Sanction

Trust

Note: EDITED because I had no idea where to go from there. Made a big change:
Marilyn is in his 20's and his band isn't really famous yet. They just changed their name to Marilyn Manson instead of The Spooky Kids, and had just recently moved to LA.
The ending is edited to fit the proceeding chapters.

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I swiftly forced myself out of bed and threw on some sweats and a Pantera shirt. Sharon was already sitting at the table eating some cereal and reading some book. I grabbed some cereal too, and looked at the clock on the microwave while putting the box away. It was already 9:30, I was going to be late for work! She doesn't work until the afternoon, and sometimes evenings.

"Shit, I'm going to be late." I slumped into the other chair at the table and gulped down a big spoon of cereal.

"Now I know you're not much of a morning person." Sharon raised a brow. "You know, there's still an opening at the club..."

"You know what, I'll finish off this week, since I get paid on Friday, and then I may take you up on that offer." Honestly the past month working at the coffee house drained me. I had to take another persons shift because they had a leave of absence, which left me working full time and then some.

That night after we had both finished work, we were settling down to watch a quick show on tv.

"You still owe me a story." Sharon looked over. I continued flipping through the guide. "Alyssa."

"I'm sorry, I guess I'm just out of it. What do you want to know?"

"Maybe start with where you grew up? What your childhood was like-"

A long sigh was drawn from my mouth. Should I make up a story? I can't really lie to her, she's done so much for me already. Where would I be living without her? "Uh, well I'm originally from a small town in Nevada, you probably haven't even heard of it. And I had a normal childhood, grew up as an only child with my parents in a decent house. I liked a lot of rock bands in high school but never really got to see any. I wish I did because now life is busy and everything. Hmm..." Choosing whether or not to talk about Jake. "I... This guy and I dated through high school and I moved in with him when we started college. It was great until he started telling me what I can and can't do. A lot of my things were given away because he didn't want me to be my own person, some of those things included my friends and family..." I fought back a tear. This is pathetic, I'm crying in front of her.

However, she pulled me into a hug. That was something I did not expect. "Shhh, you don't have to tell me anything more. I understand you. One of my childhood friends got involved with some guy that sounds like your... is he your ex now? ...Alyssa, is that why you moved out here?"

I sniffled into my sleeve and nodded. She's a smart woman...

"I'm so sorry, but know that you don't have to keep secrets from me. I won't keep any from you, and we can have talks whenever you need. I know we are both busy and only get to spend a bit of time in the mornings and some at night, but I'm always here."

That went so much better than expected. Maybe I shouldn't keep secrets, it was hard pretending to live as someone I wasn't used to being anyway.

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After Friday I began working at the night club. It was so much more fun and opened my eyes to new things, and people. There weren't people like this back at home. On weekends local bands would play live music, sometimes I recognized a few of them. Being Hollywood, quite a few big name ones passed through. I was lucky enough to see some of them when my work schedule lined up with them.

One particular evening two months later, Sharon was super excited about going somewhere (I assumed another cool band was playing at work) and begged that I come with her. I wasn't even working that day, but that meant I could have a few drinks and join the rage.

We were in our rooms getting ready before the show, and Sharon insisted that she helped me get ready which included her doing my makeup and picking out my outfit.

"This isn't going to be one of those boring shows like the one you dragged me to last month, right?

"Of course not!" Sharon poked her head out of the closet. "And that wasn't boring! Here, put these on." She handed me a short black dress and a pair of net stockings.

"I haven't worn those in years." I crossed my arms against my chest and rose an eyebrow.

"I'm sure it'll still fit, you're tiny. Besides, you'll look hot in it." She threw them neatly on the bed, grabbed her outfit and went to the bathroom to change. I guess I could try them on.

"How's it coming along?" She peeked her head into my room. I looked in my body mirror, and honestly I loved it. The last time I wore this dress I wasn't curvy, and it didn't fit the greatest. My ex thought it was too slutty, especially the fishnet stockings. My self confidence faltered remembering the time he slapped me for wearing it out to town without him one day. But man, I looked amazing.

"Come in!" I twirled around to face her.

She smiled and clapped her hands. "You look wonderful! Now, I have the perfect makeup idea for you!" She grabbed my arm and led me to the bathroom. I sat on a chair and closed my eyes while she did eyeshadow.

"Who are we going to see?" I might as well try questioning again.

"I can't tell you yet!" I heard the cap of my eyeliner come off, and the pressure of it on my eyelid.

When she finished, I looked at myself in the mirror. Black dress, black fishnets and shoes, black eye makeup? "What is with all of this? I feel like I'm 15 again." I giggled at the happy memories of me as a gothic child.

"You'll seeee." She sang, dragging out the E's. Her outfit wasn't far from mine, a black corset style dress with some gloves going up her wrists.

She drove us in her car, and it was almost 5 in the afternoon. I soon realised that we passed the street that work is on.

"Hey, you know we passed work three blocks ago?"

"Yes." A smile slipped from her lips.

"Well? Aren't you going to turn around?"

"Oh, we aren't going to the club tonight, Alyssa." Her playful tone coming through.

Slightly confused, I laid my head against the headrest and looked out the passenger window. Golden hues of light streamed through the trees and between buildings. It was October, and the sun was starting to set earlier.

A good twenty minutes later, she turned onto some street that led into a mediocre parking lot. An outdoor venue? What devious plan is up her black, gloved sleeves? We parked and got out of the car. More were already parking beside of us. The line consisted of teens, young adults and older adults dressed in similar attire. I turned my head to look in front of the line a ways, and saw various girls with crazy colored hair and revealing outfits.

"If you haven't figured out what we are doing, or who we are seeing shall I say, you should look over there." Sharon pointed to a tall sign with block letters: MARILYN MANSON

"Huh, I haven't heard of them. Are they good?"

"You'll have to wait and see." Sharon lead me through the front door and the line piled into a pathway that filed into seats. Let the show begin.